Decisions, decisions, round and round I go.
Visions of razors and pill bottles dance the deadly dance of deception and lies.
I am surrounded by a ring of fire, the heat from the orange flames feels like a thousand shards of spite and malice piercing my face.
I have been found guilty of innocence and have been condemned to suffer in torment, locked behind bars of lies and contained within stone walls of endless and scornful laughter.
Decisions, decisions, round and round I go, floating on an endless stream of thought and decisions not my own.
Where it takes me I do not know.
To a life new and of freedom or to a place of pain...
Where ever I go I can't go back again.
A.J. Downey
09-10-1999
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